[ Action || Library ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

Comments

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...Yeah.

[He'll say it.]

[Not while looking at you though, sorry.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[For a few moments, Equius is quiet, mulling over this little incident. Then he allows himself a small smile and leans in, gently kissing Tavros's cheek]

Even if you did not bid on me, the date was still purchased in your name. For an entire evening, I am yours to do with as you please. You should not let it go to waste.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Eeeeeheheh...Still kinda ew on this but whatever. Tavros sighs and wants to walk off all cool like, but um, yeah, Equius is holding him there, and there's not getting out of that.]

Still as sick as ever... Just shove off now, ya digg?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

You would not have me any different. [Kisses Tavros's cheek again, then pulls back, smirking knowingly at the other troll]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Eye twitch, and, just, gonna, go now.]

[Except not, and turning back quick to slash his claws of Equius's face.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Wouldn't have tried to dodge, even if it hadn't caught him off guard. As it it, he just stands there, eyes going wide behind his glasses as he raises his hand to touch his bloody cheek.]

You...

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Hide that, horsebag.

[Smiles, eyes half lidded again as he raises his hand to lick off the blue blood from his claws.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He needs a towel]

Ah...

[He is not hiding this. He doesn't care, this is not something that he feels needs to be hid. Ooh, Mr. Nitram, ooh. Take him now.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

We're done here, droog, jet and set.

[Turns and starts off. Christ Equius, such a pervert... Stay that way you shitstain.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, okay, this time he'll let him go. But only because he's too busy swooning and sighing like a schoolgirl over this.]

[Oh Taaaaaaaavros, you make him feel like such a polly little filly]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[No shit you are Equius, Tavros is a hot fucking stuff, you better be swoonin-Wait, don't use 'polly'. Dumbass.]

[He'll make you feel like something...]